Weirdest thing happened this morning. I get ready and everything, walk out the door, walk to my car and there’s some random really old guy in my drivers seat with the doors shut and he’s wearing pajamas and slippers. I had to talk to this guy for like 20 minutes trying to get him out of my car cause he kept saying that it was his. Eventually his wife walked over cause her and the police were looking for him. He looks sorta like this guy, but was older and not as well-shaven:
Here’s a little idea of how our conversation went:
Me: “Umm, excuse me, what are you doing in my car?”
Old Guy: “This is my car”
Me: “No it isn’t. Look, I have the keys right here. What are you doing in my car and where do you live?”
Old Guy: “Watertown”
Me: “Can you just get out of my car, I need to go to work.”
Old Guy: (Random Mutterings until I closed the car door)
It’s not so bad considering how it could have turned out (finding a dead old man in my car, and/or him releasing his bowels on my seat). Just kinda freaked me out a lot, and it was creepy driving to work knowing some ridiculous old man was just in my car for who knows how long. I assume he was in there for at least an hour or two because he was shivering and his wife made it seem like they were looking for him for a long time. I usually lock my doors but for some reason I didn’t last night. I won’t forget to lock it anymore though.
